King Elk Forest I look around but I can't find you.

Thankfully Henryk did not appear bothered by her word vomit. That was good. That was... Surprising, actually. Zephrine did not anticipate one of her weird behaviors to be so readily accepted when everyone else tended to correct her, scoff, or flat-out ignore her. It was nice to have someone that would listen and appreciate her knowledge.

I don't know about that, she stated, humbled when he called her out for being knowledgeable. I do enjoy tracking, to a point. I spent a lot of time as a kid following the herds around, studying the behavior of the deer, trying to understand why my family was so fixated on them -- her eyes shifted to the surrounding trees as if they might have ears, and then watched Henryk carefully.

Praise to the High Elk, and all that. I dunno. I think they're beautiful, and... Spending time with them, I never felt like I had to measure up. I'd watch them, they'd watch me back. Her voice went a little dreamy, thinking back to Old Kingslend, until she realized how deep and ridiculous she sounded.

Right but hunting. That's.. That's the point now. Lets go. You can lead the way since you know... Where... You saw things. She swallowed some of her nerves and shut up, finally, feeling really stupid for rambling - again.